The lights in the cavernous server room blinked in the darkness.  A few were green, a lot were amber, and the lights on one server were a solid, unblinking, red.  There was a problem in The City, and it was Beverly’s job to fix it.  She couldn’t fix the problem without clearing the server, and she needed higher authority to approve a shutdown.  Management wasn’t answering her calls. But she hadn’t become the Chief Server Admin for The City but not adhering to rules, and secrecy.  So in her little office in the secret physical home of Midas, she waited.